Paul Jones; a romance, Volym 1–31826 |
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Sida 103 - Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn, From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay. WORDSWORTH. WHEN
Sida 172 - thou pale orb, that silent shines, While care-untroubled mortals sleep ! Thou seest a wretch that inly pines, And wanders here to wail and weep ! With woe I nightly vigils keep, Beneath thy wan unwarming beam, And mourn in lamentation deep, How life and love are all a dream.
Sida 345 - Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight Farewell a while to him and thee: My native land,—Good night.
Sida 345 - Adieu, adieu ! My native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild
Sida 73 - Are we gods ? Allied to no infirmities ? Are our natures More than men's natures ? When we slip a little Out of the way of virtue, are we lost ? Is there no medicine called sweet mercy
Sida 150 - there's as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it, and as good
Sida 316 - Tear forth the fathers of poor families Out of their beds, and coffin them alive In some
Sida 1 - And upper ends of tables, had they tongues, Could tell what blood has followed, and what feud About your ranks.
Sida 373 - the fowls of the air, the fish of the sea, and the wild beasts of the field;